Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.